From the back: “My Mom’s gone. Liz grabbed my arm, “Gone? What are you talking about?” I didn’t know. Why had I said that? I didn’t want to go over all the details of Mom and her screwups. Everyone knew her story, that shed taken off before, but she’d been sober since spring. The longest time ever. I’d believed it was over. “Did she take off with that guy again? What’s his name, Dubwood or something?” Deb said The group laughed. “That’s what you call him, don’t you, Claude?” she said. “Oh man, Claude. I can’t believe she fell off the wagon again,” Cindy said. “Oh, no,” Liz said. “I’m so sorry.” “That’s how it goes. You knew it would happen,” Matt said. The floor blurred before me. I saw the broken bottles and I saw the crumbs. The silverware was in piles on the rug, and the spills, the stains, all of it, would be there forever. It was Mom’s M.O. Make a mess and leave it – and leave me, for a while, at least. And when she came back, I’d have it all cleaned up for her, and then we’d act like nothing had every happened. Not this time. This time was different. I hadn’t seen this one coming, and now I had a feeling of dread about it. There was a blackness to this that I couldn’t identify. So I lied.” A suspenseful and mind-twisting psychological thriller.
Liz grabbed my arm, “Gone? What are you talking about?”
I didn’t know. Why had I said that? I didn’t want to go over all the details of Mom and her screwups. Everyone knew her story, that shed taken off before, but she’d been sober since spring. The longest time ever. I’d believed it was over.
“Did she take off with that guy again? What’s his name, Dubwood or something?” Deb said
The group laughed.
“That’s what you call him, don’t you, Claude?” she said.
“Oh man, Claude. I can’t believe she fell off the wagon again,” Cindy said.
“Oh, no,” Liz said. “I’m so sorry.”
“That’s how it goes. You knew it would happen,” Matt said.
The floor blurred before me. I saw the broken bottles and I saw the crumbs. The silverware was in piles on the rug, and the spills, the stains, all of it, would be there forever. It was Mom’s M.O. Make a mess and leave it – and leave me, for a while, at least. And when she came back, I’d have it all cleaned up for her, and then we’d act like nothing had every happened.
Not this time. This time was different. I hadn’t seen this one coming, and now I had a feeling of dread about it. There was a blackness to this that I couldn’t identify.
So I lied.”
A suspenseful and mind-twisting psychological thriller.